Worlds Apart

Title: Conflict and Accord
Author: oneforsorrow and trio
Fandom: Worlds Apart (Original - worldsapart)
Pairing: Vincent + Aurèle
Prompt: 048. Surprised
Word Count: 2011
Disclaimer: Worlds Apart, Vincent, and Aurèle belong to the authors.
Rating: R
Warnings and Notes: Mild male nudity, hints of male/male relationships

( Vincent had remained quiet when he helped Aurèle out of the bath, drawing him out to the living room where there was a small set of first aid stuffs settled on the couch. )

Character: Dáire Kerr
Fandom: Worlds Apart (Original)
Prompt: 068. Apple
Word Count: 225

Dáire is broad-shouldered, his dark hair constantly mussed and an equally dark look in eyes the color of bitter chocolate. His square jaw seems so suited to the frown he usually wears, as though he were born to frown at the world. Stern lips, unsuited to pouting or smiling, remain in a straight line, a sharp slash across his face marred only by the scar breaking his lower lip.

He is a mage, a scholar by nature, but you would never know it by looking at him. His body is strong, toned and waiting for the next dare, the next challenge, the next fight. Scuffed jeans speak of other days, older fights that he may or may not have won. But he won't just settle back, refusing to watch the world. He will live it, if not for himself, then for the apple at his throat, that golden-stemmed, black-painted bit of jewelry that holds all his pain and anger. It nests in the hollow of his throat, an odd counterpart to the tough-guy image he offers up. And he never takes it off, never hides it away.

Some wear their emotions on their sleeves. He wears it at his throat, that self-same place his heart lodged when he was told the news. Someday, he won't need it any more. But someday isn't here yet.

Title: Sweet and Sour
Author: oneforsorrow and trio
Fandom: Worlds Apart (Original - worldsapart)
Pairing: Dáire and Tobias
Prompt: 007. Babble
Word Count: 1460
Disclaimer: Worlds Apart, Dáire and Tobias belong to the authors.
Rating: PG
Warnings and Notes: Crossdressing, hyper-cheer, drinking

( Dáire sipped at the drink he'd ordered, the clear liquid burning the back of his throat as it slid down, a slow torture. )